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"A cup for hope! " she said, / In springtime ere the bloom was old: / The crimson wine was poor and cold / By her mouth's richer red.
"A cup for love! " how low, / How soft the words; and all the while / Her blush was rippling with a smile / Like summer after snow.
"A cup for memory! " / Cold cup that one must drain alone: / While autumn winds are up and moan / Across the barren sea.
Hope, memory, love: / Hope for fair morn, and love for day, / And memory for the evening gray / And solitary dove.